User blog:Shieldmaiden/Emanon

''What the. . . what the Dark Forest was that?''

He leaned against the wall, still slightly in shock due to the recent events. Father Abbot dead. And these weird. . . visions? Either he hadn't gotten enough sleep, he was insane, or. . . or something. He stood up, more or less in control, and as he walked to the door of the gatehouse his hand brushed one of the curved pieces of wood leaning against the wall.

''Blood splattering my face. I wanted to scream as I felt the spear drive into my body, sticking me through the torso. The wound was fatal. A last vestige of strength was all I needed for revenge.''

Emanon jerked away, tripping on his own paws. He was breathing heavily. He stood and backed away from the door, eyes fixed on the wood.

Wait. Not wood. Leather. He stepped forward and timidly pulled it from its place against the wall. Nothing happened. He ran his paw down the leather, all the way to the end, displacing the dust until his paw touched coldness. This was a sword! A huge, curved blade. Emanon blew the rest of the dust off, revealing a beautiful, ancient blade.

''The blood from my wounds, reopened through the strenuous work of smelting the ore, poured into the smolten metal. I smiled grimly. By my blood I had sworn love, and by his blood, then, he would be defended. The red sizzled as it mingled with the molten steel, spreading it equally through what would be, hopefully, my soundest piece of work.''

Emanon jerked his arms apart, drawing the blade free out of its sheath.

''The Curse was too strong. Only a simple wound and it was killing me. The curved blade in my paw fell to the floor. Blackness began to spread across my vision. I looked over to my son, lying on the floor, bleeding from more places than I could ever count. ''Son. . . hold on. . ..

''Father. . . no. No! I dragged myself over to him. It was only a simple wound, only a minor cut. And it had killed him. Because of me.''

''Laughter. Cold, cruel laughter echoing through the halls. Somehow, my father's swords were in my paws. I ran, not caring that with every step I hastened my own doom, not caring that blood leaked from almost everyplace on my body, not even realizing that the only thing that moved me was rage.''

''The fox was so busy laughing he didn't even see me until it was almost too late. "''Galedeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!"

Emanon hurled the sword away, breathing heavily. The memories ran over and over in his head ''Spear. . . blood. . . father. . . revenge. . . work. . . dead. . .''

He wrenched the door open and raced outside.

Eyes followed him, eyes that were older than the blade that now lay on the floor.

Var'ryn's eyes.